A voice said…
“For you, of all people, there is no hope,
Of experiencing The Beloved's Embrace,
For scripture declares, She cannot touch the &sdquo;unclean&sdquo;.”
And She whispered…
“Your tears have washed away clean and unclean.”
A voice said…
“For you, of all people, there is no possibility,
Of surrender, of vanishing in Union beyond duality,
For you are shackled, bound in servitude to your self.”
And She whispered…
“The key of Unbearable Longing has freed you.”
A voice said…
“Of all Hearts, yours can never be,
The dwelling place of The Beautiful, The Radiant One,
For Her Perfection cannot abide in such corruption.”
And She whispered…
“Your Heart, Surrendered in Love, has made you Holy to me.”
So many voices have spoken…
So many words, with firm authority, citing scriptures,
Words that break the Heart, and wound the spirit,
“She will Love you only if, only when, only after.”
And She whispered…
“These legalists know nothing of Love.”
Whispering again…
She made vanish the one who would be judged,
And left the remnants of that imperfect self,
Filled with Her Perfume.
